I can only think of one word to describe this book for young adults and that's 'charming'. For a start the cover of Magyk by Angie Sage is really beautiful and very tactile. Inside there's a map (*cough*) and each chapter begins with a nice little illustration. And it's an easy, relaxing read, suitable for all age groups, from children of about eight or nine right through to grannies going through a second childhood...
The series is called The Septimus Heap series and at first it seems that it's about a dead baby. He's born to the Heap family, the seventh son of a seventh son, but removed as dead while the father is away looking for medicine. On his way back the father finds a baby girl and takes her home. She is brought up by the family until the age of ten when it's suddenly discovered who she is. The family have to flee and the adventure begins there, involving all kinds of weird and wonderful characters including the inevitable villain, DomDaniel, and his apprentice, a hunter who is cold and ruthless, Aunty Zelda, the white witch, a boy known as Boy 412, a rather different dragon, The Boggart, and a Message Rat called Stanley. All have a part to play. The setting is rather good too, the author's conjured up an interesting castle by a river, with nearby marshes - which is where a lot of the action takes place.
I liked this one a lot. It is clearly for children but just sophisticated enough for adults to enjoy... in the main because of its humour. It doesn't take itself too seriously and I like that a lot. I picked up book two, Flyte, in a charity shop last week - a lovely hardback for £2! Bargin!
Funny how you can see a rec somewhere, pop into a charity shop on the offchance you might see it and then... actually find it there waiting for you on the shelves. Not only did this happen to me with Flyte last week but it happened again today. A blog I visited was reccing books about Africa and one was The Grass is Singing by Doris Lessing. I decided to pop into the Oxfam shop after a lunch out and there was this very book waiting for me again. I find these occurrances a bit weird. Even weirder was listening to the two assistants talking about last night's TV. Brits will know who I mean when I talk about Mrs. Merton, alias actress and writer, Caroline Aherne. Well these two women not only looked a bit like Mrs. Merton, they sounded exactly like her, and I mean *exactly*. It was hysterical listening to them, Hubby and I were *killing* ourselves laughing. Ah well, such things make life a little less dull. :-)